7 acessos
Feelin surrounded like I gotta leave.
Guilt floats in like an airborne disease.
Sure I got the heels to run for the hills.
Runnin' miles with each step, the heights entice
but the air's thin and my head gets bad when i come down.
I was fussin' on the rules of fair play when
I know what I shoulda been playin' at.
Didn't keep my eyes on the prize
and one day the games I played,
I played on myself.
If it's not me, and it's not you, then it's this:
There's something shifting between us.
My kingdom for the choice.
And now you're even further away from me and my mistakes.
Got a sway on, lost my way home.
Yet another round in another town.
It chokes if you don't let your hair down.
The trick ain't in who to believe,
but believe in the next word that you say.
Get your demon pride on!
Coz the Gods we crave they may well be ourselves, baby.
If it's not me, and it's not you it's this:
Dying machine grinds on beneath us.
Someone get me out of hell.
Now you're even further away, like a black dog stray.
Got a sway on lost my way home.